“You see I am not yet immured in my convent!” she said gayly. “I have to thank you so much for coming here to look after my dear father. I shall be leaving Frankfort soon, and then there will be no one to be so good to him as you.”
“But I shall not leave. Do you really mean you are going?”
“Yes; the good nuns have got me a governess' situation somewhere in Bohemia with Catholics. I shall go next week.”
“May I come and bid you good-by?”
“Oh, yes! come on a visiting day, Thursday. Have you seen my sisters? How are they looking?”
“I saw them a week ago; they looked tired, I thought.”
“Oh! they don't know how to nurse him, and he tires them, I am afraid. But God will see to them and him too.”
“Will you be able to come back here for a vacation?”
“Perhaps in a year—not before.”
“Your father may be well again by that time.”